"How does Saturday sound?" FP is leaning against the lockers as Fionna takes books out of her locker. As usual he has his red-orange mo-hack and his blue uniform decorated in red.

"Sounds for what?" she closes her locker; the halls are nearly empty since no one likes to be inside before the bell rings.

"I dunno, to do something. You know, just hang out without wearing there stupid, red-less uniforms." He got a light blush over his cheeks.

"Can't" She starts walking to her homeroom. It's already been a week since Fionna first started school and she and FP have been hanging out in front of her locker before school started and sitting together at lunch. "I got to work Saturday, and I like these uniforms."
"What? These uniforms don't have enough red in them silly." His voice is filled with curiosity now, "What do you mean by work?"

"You know the things people do to get money. Something you wouldn't know about mister Flame Prince." She jokingly punches him on the shoulder.

"I know what work is," he rubs his shoulder, she's small but powerful, "I just didn't know you worked."

"Yeah, I started Monday. I love it, it's so much fun."

"Where at?"

"The Candy Kingdom."

"That diner on Aaa Street?"

"Yup, that's the one." She smiled thinking of her workplace.

"I heard that they are going to redecorate the place. Make it more like a music venue, you know?"

"Yeah, Cake is tiered of the diner-look. She says it's so 40's. And Chrome wants the band to have a better stage since they get quite an audience."

"Nigh O' Sphere plays there every night, right?"

The thought of Marshall's band brings her thoughts back to that first day; of the horrible things he said, how his heavy body had pressed up against hers; the way he lightly moved her hair out of her face, and the warm sensation of his breath on her neck. He hadn't treated her much different on the passing days. His eyes still lingered on her body with a bloodthirsty look. He still blew her a kiss when he sang his ballad. And he still wanted her.

The bell rang.

"I'll see you later, FP." She starts to leave without waiting for his response.

"'Kay, laters, Fi" He doesn't want to leave her but class is about to start. After he mentioned the Night O' Sphere, Fionna had gotten a pained look on her face, as if she had swallowed a terrible tasting fruit whole. He hates seeing her look upset. He prefers when she smiles and laughs and her blue eyes shine with true happiness. He rushes to get to his first period class, Algebra II, still thinking about his bunny-eared friend.

"Ember," Gumball calls out, "if you are done distracting your classmates, please make your way to the principal's office." There is definite authority in Gumball's tone of voice. FP puts down the oranges he was juggling, gathers his stuff, and gets up to leave. He stops at the door to turn around and make a pouty face at Gumball. Gumball simply points out the door and FP leaves without another word. The girls couldn't help but giggle. In the mist of her laughter, Fionna accidentally knocks over the pepper shaker, making it spill onto her neighbor's miniature kitchen.

"Achoo!" the girl across from Fionna sneezes.

"Oh my glob, I'm so sorry. I'm all klutz." She picks up the pepper shaker. Across her kitchen station was a freshman (according to her uniform which is a light gray.) The girl is pale, and slightly chunky. Her most outstanding feature, though, is her red and white stripped hair.

"It's okay." She has the biggest gray eyes Fionna has ever seen.

"My name's Fionna." She says cheerfully.

"I know," said the girl.

"You know?"

"Yeah, you and FP are always talking and well my kitchen is in front of yours."

"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout the talking."

"It's fine." The girl nervously plays with her hands, "my name's Pepper."

"Nice to meet you, Pepper."

"You too, Fionna"

LOL see what I did there, Pepper, pepper shaker, lol im lame. Well thanks for the review I really appreciate it. I will try and update every other day or whenever I can. Im glad I can entertain yall, n keep reading :3 -Raychelle